The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"I don't usually see him so brave." Moriarty held his forehead, "He's really over excited. I'll go down and have a look."

"Liberate the commandments of the sky, and let the stars call our bodies and minds, Dimoaka!"

Moriarty chanted silently and flew into the pipe.

"Ah-ah!" Marcus's yell echoed in the pipe, and Moriarty seemed to be wearing headphones. The 3D stereo surround sound effect made him feel the beating of his left and right ears.

"Fly, Marcus!" Moriarty shouted forward, "If you really can't do it, adjust your body and slide down."

After about two minutes, Moriarty heard Marcus' intermittent voice: "Sir...sir, I...do my best..."

Moriarty was amused. Fortunately, although the pipe has a steep slope, it has twists and turns, and the interior is also very spacious. Marcus will not be in danger, and neither will Moriarty. Leave him alone.

Marcus slid down deep, deep under the school floor until the curved pipe became horizontal, and he emerged from the mouth of the pipe, plopping to the wet ground.

Moriarty also flew over at this time, "Luminescence flashes!" Moriarty poked his staff around to observe the surrounding environment.

Marcus got up, looked at the dark, sticky walls, and stammered a little: "Sir, this, this is the secret room?"

"Obviously not." Moriarty increased the output of magic power, a faint blue light flashed on the top of the staff, and the light reflected on the wall reflected the shadows of the two.

Marcus then saw a dark stone tunnel, the ground was full of rodent skeletons, water droplets adhered to the walls, and the damp and cold atmosphere surrounded it.

"Let's go," Moriarty started, "remember to draw your wand."

The two continued to walk forward, the road became more and more tortuous, and a shadow suddenly appeared in front of them. Marcus subconsciously uttered a spell: "Disarm you!"

"Crack!" The red light seemed to penetrate the shadow and hit the floor.

"Don't panic, I think that's the shed skin of the basilisk." Moriarty smiled slightly, reassuring Marcus, and he also used a "fluorescent flash" and walked forward cautiously.

The light shone on a pair of green snake skin. Although he was mentally prepared, Marcus was still startled. He controlled his trembling legs and swallowed his throat: "Sir, such a big snake skin , that basilisk must be at least twenty feet long."

"The size of the basilisk is certainly a terrifying factor, but another factor is its survival time. For this old monster that has survived for thousands of years, the survival skills and fighting intuition it masters are far beyond ordinary people's imagination, so it is better to be careful. wonderful."

Moriarty slightly reminded Marcus that in his opinion, the basilisk of Salazar's ancestor had been raised and wasted, and the basilisk might not be able to fill his stomach for thousands of years.

Marcus nodded obediently. After Moriarty took away the snake skin, the two continued to walk forward. After going through one bend after another, they finally found a solid wall standing in front of them.

It was carved with two intertwined snakes, with large, shining emeralds in their eyes.

"Ding! Ding!"

Moriarty knocked his staff on the emerald one after another, needless to say the snake language, the two snakes separated, the stone wall split from the middle, slipped to both sides and disappeared.

"Let me walk in front of you, sir." Marcus seemed to be drained of all his strength after saying this, but his eyes were only serious.

Finally a little manly. Moriarty was satisfied, but he didn't show it. Instead, he said, "Courage without wisdom is recklessness. Proving yourself requires real courage, not recklessness."

Marcus seemed to understand, he fulfilled his promise, held his wand in his hand, and stepped slowly along the stone wall.

They stood on one side of a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with coiled serpents soared to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness above.

There was no sign of the basilisk, Marcus heaved a sigh of relief, and looked back at Moriarty, only to find that his master had already walked deep into the room.

"It is indeed the architectural style of Slytherin, in line with the style of our ancestors." Moriarty looked around at the scattered stone pillars, which were similar in structure to the twelve stone pillars in the auditorium hall of the castle.

"As for this statue..."

Moriarty raised his neck, locked firmly on the dark wall behind, against which was a statue as tall as the room itself.

"An old, monkey-like face, and a sparse long beard? Is this the true face of my ancestors?"

Moriarty touched his chin with interest. It's really interesting. It's not like he hasn't seen Salazar's face, and even if Salazar is old and dying, he won't turn into this ghostly appearance.

It was also confirmed just now that the secret room was built by Salazar himself, and it is impossible for someone to fake it.

In this way, the statue appears intriguing.

Marcus said a fair word: "Unless Salazar deliberately built his own statue to be unsightly, I would never have imagined that such a ghost would be built based on the heroic figure of the gentleman!"

The huge stone face suddenly moved, its mouth opened, and it opened wider and wider, finally forming a huge black hole, a big guy with a whole body black rushed out of the black hole, and fell to the ground violently.

The floor trembled, and Marcus, who had been full of courage before, was like a deflated ball, limp on the ground, and he didn't know where to throw his wand.

"The basilisk is coming! Don't look into its eyes, run!" Moriarty reminded loudly, and Marcus ran to the other side, hissing at the end of his voice: "Sir, you go first, I'll come!" Lead it away, let's go!"

Loyalty is commendable, Moriarty nodded. He continued to remind: "Use the flying spell and fly behind it!"

"Unblock, oh no, liberate! Ugh, god..." Marcus's tongue seemed to be tied up, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence while muttering, his face became as white as a ghost.

The basilisk wouldn't wait for Marcus for too long, and opened its bloody mouth to bite Marcus!

"Ah—" Marcus yelled again, and gradually he found himself floating up, he opened his eyes, looked around, and found Moriarty beside him, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"To become my follower, you must meet the two most basic conditions, loyalty and bravery." Moriarty said solemnly: "Congratulations, Marcus Flint. You passed the test I gave you."

Marcus's pale face turned red, and he said excitedly, "Sir, it's an honor! I..."

Moriarty directly interrupted him: "From now on, it's fine to call me young master—my servants and subordinates all call me that. From now on, I will invest a lot of resources in you, and you can write to your old father The letter told him that the Flint family was about to rise again."

A loud hiss sounded from under the two of them, and the basilisk spotted them, raised its body, and looked around the sky with two golden eyes like giant headlights.

Moriarty pointed his staff at the ground, "The Whispering Serpent!"

The hissing sound of the Parseltongue was mixed with the ancient Latin, and the basilisk seemed to recognize the Parseltongue, but its body was entangled by serpentine snakes.

A serpent climbed onto the head of the basilisk, and the basilisk cast an angry look at the serpent, and the serpent was petrified.

Moriarty knew that the basilisk's eyes could instantly kill any human or animal that came into contact with it, and even though the serpent wasn't really a snake, it petrified rather than dissipated.

A flash of lightning flashed across Moriarty's mind for a few moments. Perhaps increasing the level of the Whispering Serpent can be done by "absorbing the magic power of snake-like magical creatures"?

But now is obviously not the time to meditate, Moriarty fell behind the basilisk, avoiding eye contact, he said in a low, slow snake language: "My name is Moriarty Slytherin, Salazar A direct descendant of Slytherin."

With the appearance of Parseltongue, a ball of silver light and a ball of green light emerged from the Slytherin staff, intertwined in the air, outlining the appearance of Salazar Slytherin.

The moment the basilisk saw Salazar, the writhing snake's body tensed up like an electric shock, and then relaxed, so Moriarty withdrew the serpent.

"Hiss, hiss!" The basilisk's voice was much gentler.

"Hiss, hiss?" Moriarty communicated with it.

Marcus stared at the man and the snake dumbfounded. How much he wished at this moment that he was also a Parseltongue.